*blue balls not included.
Another place in Cleveland where I get lost is Tremont. How about when I left my location, attempting to find the freeway (or a familiar path), that I found the signs for the Cleveland Vibrator Company. I was also on the phone and totally screamed, “I know this place!”
Then, I found my way. Too hilarious.
No related posts.
Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.
This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
